“I SAID — I CARE NOT”

I said — I care not if I can

But look into her eyes again,

But lay my hand within her hand

Just once again.

Though all the world be filled with snow

And fire and cataclysmal storm,

I'll cross it just to lay my head

Upon her bosom warm.

Ah! bosom made of April flowers,

Might I but bring this aching brain,

This foolish head, and lay it down

On April once again!